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The Alchemist

[Written about a sociopath ex-mentor.] He found my vulnerability – the things i learned about spirituality as a child, those tender guarded spaces in my mind. He knew the language to speak – the code to gain access into those … Continue reading

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Sh-t.

Deep down inside, in the dark – that is where it may fester, rot, decay. Expose it instead. Let the light shine through. Water it with tears. Sh-t is the best fertilizer for your new sprout to break forth and … Continue reading

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Mis-identity

Mis-identity. Useless to hide inside. [i tried.] So… metaphorical suicide. Cut my hair. Cut my throat. Hang tight to that life boat. Choke the seductress. Burn down ALL of this. Not for you… just for me. [...really?] Redefining what means … Continue reading

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Fatigue

Fatigue has taken me at last. My energy is falling fast. Resistance is of no avail, My pupils drifting without fail. Eyelids drop. No more strength. Pulling me to sleep at length. Must not slip into this snare. Yet it … Continue reading

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“Bound by Love”

At first glance, “Bound by Love” is bound to be misunderstood. This is a melodramatic metaphor for the way love – truly caring about how another person feels – naturally restricts us [though it simultaneously makes us feel like we … Continue reading

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Children: Hindrance to Freedom?

In response to the various opinions on whether children hinder freedom or cause fulfillment – I’d┬álike to examine both “freedom” and “fulfillment”. Fulfillment has nothing to do with whether we have children or not, but rather what we do with … Continue reading

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Aroma of Freedom

It’s amazing to me how, under the shallow pretense of “staying positive”, people run away and hide from the deeper issues of life. Oh, how we only view the world through the narrow peepholes drilled through the boxes of our … Continue reading

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